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“I’ll never get over it.” I hung up and headed outside, signaling for the town car driver to open the back door.
“Where to, Mr. Hamilton?” he asked.
“7654 Fifth Avenue.”
“Right away.”
It took less than twenty minutes to get there, and when we arrived I stared at the brownstone for a while. It looked like something I would’ve purchased years ago when I lived here, something far out of budget for a ballerina, so I figured her parents were paying the rent.
Stepping out of the car, I adjusted my coat and walked to her door—knocking five times.
“Coming!” She yelled.
The door swung open, but she wasn’t standing behind it. It was her boyfriend.
“Um…” He looked confused. “Did you leave the pizza in your car or something?”
“I’m not a f**king pizza guy. Where is Aubrey?”
“It depends. Didn’t we just see you at the gala?” He crossed his arms as Aubrey stepped into the doorway. “Who are you?”
“He’s no one, again,” she said, standing on her toes to kiss his lips.
He looked at me with his eyebrow raised as he returned her kiss.
“My c**k has been in every inch of her mouth.” I gritted my teeth.
Aubrey gasped, her cheeks turning bright red. “I am so sorry, Brian… Can you give us a moment please?”
He looked between the both of us, anger creeping onto his face, but he walked away.
“What do you f**king want, Andrew?” She fumed. “What do you want?”
“To talk.”
“About what?”
“You and me, about us being friends again…”
“That will never f**king happen. Is that it?”
“Aubrey—”
“What brings you to New York, huh? Did you need to come back and f**k some familiar women on Date-Match? Did Durham somehow run out of pu**y?”
“It’s actually starting to feel that way.”
She started to close the door, but I held it still with my hand.
“I miss you, Aubrey…” I looked directly into her eyes. “I really do, and I’m…I’m sorry for kicking you out that night.”
“You should be.” Her voice was a whisper. “And if you really miss me, you’ll leave me alone.”
“Why would I do that?”
“Because you’re bipolar. Because the second I ask one too many questions, or suggest something outside of your comfort zone, you’ll treat me like trash again and I’d rather cut my losses now.” She wiped a tear from her eyes. “I was your only friend—your only f**king friend, and you treated me worse than any of the women you met online. If anything, I’m sorry that I ever let you do that. Please leave.”
“Aubrey, listen…”
